The other day I went to Dollarama and I was all like “when did this place become ‘Four-Dollarama’?

Caged electricity? You monster! I only consume free range electricity.

Damn it, girl: charge your phone!

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All this talk of cookies is making me hungry.

My life will only be complete when I die behind the wheel of a classic Alfa Romeo T33/2.

Don’t forget legal costs to cover your first lawsuit where someone states that a giant inductive charger gave them cancer.

It turns out my collection of comics back home was more diverse than I realised. I never followed who the writers were, back in the day, and the internet wasn’t really a thing yet when I was at the height of my comic collection addiction. Looking back, I was surprised to find out that two authors whose work I loved…

This looks like a hybrid of a Saturn and Centauri’s star car from The Last Starfighter.

Or, the police can use the magic of radio dispatching to call and have another unit block the road. Civilians who may be injured or killed in reckless pursuit don’t care whether the perp is a fraudster or drug dealer; they care that they suddenly have fewer functional limbs or organs than before.

Are you saying there’s text... under the text? How could you even read that? It would just look blurry on the page.

I have to hand it Toyo-- in General, the pun was good.

This discrimination is everywhere! I love video games, but do you know how hard it is for me, a heterosexual white man, aged 18-50, with brown hair and stubble, to find representation in the games I love?

See, I took it to be reproachful of Amazon, not the politicians in the exchange. I guess a bit more clarity in the headline might have helped.

The perfect car for a vehicular chase, unless the prey turns a corner.

Oh, that’s exactly like the way I stop in at every Nissan dealership on road trips, to buy one of their many, many branded t-shirts, or golf hats. (Full disclosure: it takes about three days to get across town at this rate.)

Or Chateau LaFist Rothschild.

No, sir.

That’s a lot classier than my Penis Grigio pun.